“Just like last time,” I went on.
The nibble turned into a bite. Then a lick
.
“Just like every time…”
I slid a hand between us, reaching downward until I could feel the weight of his sack against my palm. Closing my fingers around it, I gave his balls a gentle squeeze.
Two more strokes. That’s as far as he got. Then he gasped into my mouth and pulled out, shoving himself away.
I laughed so loudly the others joined in with me.
“You’re bad,” I heard Holden say. He sounded vaguely wounded. “The worst!”
I imagined him sitting there, holding his dick as hard as he could to keep himself from coming.
“The worst kind of bad?” I asked, mockingly.
I was still laughing around my blindfold when someone else took me.
Randall, by the feel of it.
Two hands grabbed my ankles, pulling them over a pair of smooth shoulders. Another cock burrowed its way through my wetness. It started pumping furiously away, jackhammering me from above.
Yes, definitely him.
I let him go, while clawing the carpet. Allowed him take me and use me, in whichever way he wanted. A mouth closed gently over mine. Another teased my right nipple, pulling it firmly outward from between a pair of soft, furry lips.
“Fuck…”
As if in answer, Randall started screwing me even faster. Holden kept on kissing me. Marcus was tonguing my nipple. Cupping first one breast, then both…
As always, I reveled in it. I arched my back against one of the pillows to enjoy the near-overwhelming, simultaneous pleasure…
The fire felt good on my skin. But I wanted something else…
“Maybe you guys should take me into the bedroom?” I suggested blindly. “And do me properly?”
Again they laughed. But as always, they obliged.
Fifty-Four
ANDREA
I was lifted into the air. Held by at least two or more of them. With the blindfold on, I felt like I was floating away. Drifting along on a current of strong, masculine hands. Of probing, talented fingers…
I removed the blindfold as we entered the bedroom. Strands of white and blue Christmas lights lay strung along the upper walls, showering the room with a warm, cerulean light.
The whole thing was perfect. Even beyond perfect.
They tossed me onto the bed. Surrounded me, on all three sides. Their skin of their naked bodies was flush with excitement, their cocks all throbbing and hard.
Holy shit.
I lost myself staring at Holden’s arms. Marcus’s shoulders. The taut muscles that rolled beneath Randall’s tattoos, all of it making me even hotter… wetter...
“You know, a girl could really get spoiled,” I joked.